Thro' Jesus' righteousness divine, 4. Ready our Saviour is indeed Which bright from faith to faith His glorious work in all to do: doth shine. To every one it must be said, 3. The promise of immortal bliss "Thou hadst been happy long ago, We have in Christ our righteous- Hadst thou in faith cast all thy (bought: ness: care (prayer.' By death our righteousness he On Jesus Christ, who heareth Faith pleads that right, but buys it not. (blood; 4. True faith receives the offer'd ness. (313) J. Gambold. 264. T. 14. MISTAKEN souls, that dream of heaven, And make their empty boast Of inward joys and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust. 2. Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead: None but a living power unites To Christ, the living Head. Erskine. 3. 'Tis faith that changes all the (312.) 263. T. 106 or 90. heart, FROM life and grace, (this we are 5. In the Redeemer, as my Head, bold Before an erring world to assert,) 'Tis faith that works by love, That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above. Nothing one moment doth withhold 4. 'Tis faith that conquers earth A man, but his unwilling heart: and hell, In our dear Lord there's no delay, By a celestial power: Fix'd is his will, and plain his way. This is the grace that shall prevail 2. Should any one of serious frame, In the decisive hour. That long hath seem'd to seek his 5. True faith obeys its author's face, As well as trusts his grace: (will, His tedious tasks and trials name, A pardoning God is jealous still Preparatory steps of grace; For his own holiness. We say, "No, Christ requires them 6. When from the curse he sets us not, (wrought." He makes our nature clean; (free, And this fine web a false heart Nor would he send his Son to be 3. Should any think he's so hemn'd The minister of sin. With sin, as to be past relief, (in 7. His Spirit purifies the heart, Alas, he knows not, that the sin And seals our peace with God; Which binds his soul, is unbelief: True holiness nought can impart If to the cross we lift our eye, But Jesus' cleansing blood. Then sin and Satan soon must fly. Watts, THO' every child of God Is a new creature, Yet do we feel the load T. 37. (315.) 266.* T. 106 or 90. Of sinful nature; To Christ our Saviour, Condemn us never. To make confession His great compassion Prompts him to grant us peace, And consolation. 3. He grants us, for our tears, His resurrection Rise to perfection. 4. My portion is the Lord; I seek his favour, And in his name and word Confide for ever; O Christ, my Treasure. Thanks to the Lamb of God NOW I have found the ground, wherein (main; Sure my soul's anchor may reEv'n Christ, who to atone for sin Was as a spotless victim slain; Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, When heaven and earth are fled away. 2. O Lord, thy everlasting grace again: 4. O Love, thou bottomless abyss, Mercy, free boundless mercy, cries. 6. Tho' waves and storms go o'er known, Tho' joys be wither'd all and dead, 2. But since my Saviour I have away: 267. (prove, My rules are all reduc'd to one; too. 7. Fix'd on this ground will I remain, Tho' my heart fail and flesh decay; 3. I see him lead a suffering life, This anchor shall my soul sustain, Patient amidst reproach and strife; When earth's foundations melt And from his pattern courage take To bear and suffer for his sake. Mercy's full power I then shall 4. Upon the cross I see him bleed, Lov'd with an everlasting love. And by the sight from guilt am freed; J. Andr. Rothe. This sight destroys the life of sin, And quickens heavenly life within. T. 14. 5. To look to Jesus as he rose, Confirms my faith, disarms my foes; Satan I shame and overcome, By pointing to my Saviour's tomb. 6. Exalted on his glorious throne, I see him make my cause his own: Then all my anxious cares subside, For Jesus lives, and will provide. 7. I see him look with pity down, And hold in view the conqueror's (fore, (316.) 2. Hail, First and Last, thou great In whom we live and move: Increase our little spark of faith, And fill our hearts with love. 3. O let that faith which thou hast taught, Be treasur'd in our breast; The evidence of unseen joys, The substance of our rest. 4. Then shall we go from strength to strength, From grace to greater grace; From each degree of faith to more, Till we behold thy face. Cennick. T. 22. BY various maxims, forms, and That pass for wisdom in the schools, crown; 270.* (819.) Who in thee desire to live, 2. Fix, O fix our wavering mind, 4. Sinners who in thee believe, They with joy behold thy face, Triumph in thy pardoning grace. 5. Life deriving from thy death, 6. Blest are they who follow thee, 7. Praise on earth to thee be given, A. Schindler. cease: LORD, we are thine, since thou (320.) 272. T. 14. HEAL us, Immanuel, here we are, Waiting to feel thy touch; Deep wounded souls to thee repair, And Saviour, we are such. 2. Our faith is feeble, we confess, We faintly trust thy word; But wilt thou pity us the less? Be that far from thee, Lord. 3. Remember him who once ap With trembling for relief; (plied "Lord, I believe," with tears he "O help mine unbelief." (cried, 4. She too, who touch'd thee in the And healing virtue stole, (press, Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in To leave for me thy heavenly Then let my heart be dedicated O JESUS, 'fore whose radiation The seraphim must cover'd stand, When, in their awful ministration, They wait for thy supreme command: How can this body's eye, dimsighted, Which by sin's gloomy misery And earthly shadows is benighted, Endure thy glorious light to see. 2. Yet let by faith my penetration Reach ev'n within the sanctuary ; Thy mercy be my consolation, May this uphold and strengthen me; Reach unto me thy sceptre gracious, Who low, like Esther, 'fore thee bow; Say, "I will be to thee propitious, And loving kindness to thee show." 3. O Jesus, show thy great com passion Unto the soul that pants for thee; I O fill my soul with love to thee: will adore and love thee longer, Than while my heart its throbs repeats; The flame of love shall break forth stronger, When here my pulse no longer beats. (323.) W. C. Dessler. 274. T. 14. THOU Friend of sinners, hear my cry, And grant me my request, May I in thy atonement find My everlasting rest. 2. May I no more resist thy love, No more thy Spirit grieve, But as a little child become, And simply thee believe. 3. Faith is thy gift, thou slaughter'd Lamb, Gain'd by thy death for me, Therefore the privilege I claim, A child of God to be. 4. Impress this truth upon my breast, That thou for me hast died, That I in thee with confidence For ever may abide. |